Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Zoriana chewed her bottom lip, reclining back in her chair. A swirl of thoughts raced through her head. What did Milana promise Karel in exchange for his support? And how exactly was he helping her secure the Luna position? She was Ryder’s fated mate, so she was naturally supposed to become Luna—or did Karel simply vouch for her? Perhaps he had even played a part in her downfall to clear a path for her. Zoriana reached for a jug of water and poured a glass, pressing it to her lips with trembling hands. She felt flushed, the air in the room suddenly suffocating. Did Gael know about Karel’s shadow deals? Or had Karel been working for Tristan all this time? Did Tristan even know about the connection between his Beta and Milana? The questions only brought on a splitting headache. She desperately needed answers, but she wouldn’t find them without solid evidence. Zoriana emailed the video to Scott, asking him to find everything he could on the cooperation between Milana and Karel. Before

Tristan was no fan of clubbing. The massive building, the flashing neon lights, and an interior screaming with the forced luxury of the most expensive club in the werewolf kingdom did nothing to impress him. Lila and Fairuza, however, were practically vibrating with joy. Glued to his side, they acted like children who had never been allowed sweets and were finally let loose in a candy shop. Just before they reached their private booth, Tristan caught a faint trace of Zoriana’s scent in the air. He whipped his head around, but the hallway was empty. He sighed, shaking off the phantom sensation, and entered the booth. “Did you see that chandelier? I can’t even imagine how many Swarovski crystals are on it. It’s massive!” Fairuza exclaimed. “And the sound system? It’s unreal,” Lila added, sinking into the plush sofa. “Wow, this is so comfortable.” “Out of this world,” Fairuza beamed, taking her first sip of champagne. “And the men? I’ve never seen so many handsome werewolves and hum

“She went to the bathroom and…” Mounia’s voice trailed off, on the verge of breaking. Zoriana didn’t wait for the rest; she raced toward the restrooms with Tristan, Mounia, and a group of warriors hot on her heels. They barged into the ladies’ room without a second thought. “Hey! This is the women’s room!” one she-wolf snapped, pointing angrily at Tristan’s chest. “Out!” Tristan roared, releasing a wave of his Alpha aura that made the air itself vibrate. “Everyone out!” The women scrambled for the exit, terrified, leaving only Zoriana and her group behind. Zoriana frantically sniffed the air. Between the layers of sweat, cheap perfume, sex, and smoke, she caught the faint, sweet trail of Aella. But the scent stopped dead next to the sink, as if she had magically vanished into thin air. “They masked her scent,” Tristan said sternly. He turned to his warriors. “Search the perimeter. They couldn’t have gone far.” “We already searched the club and a few miles around it. Nothing... no

Milana paced the room, her movements jagged with fury. In the club, hidden behind the heavy velvet curtains, she had clearly pointed out two women to be snatched: Aella and Zoriana. But somehow, Zoriana had ended up at Alpha Tristan’s side, and the kidnappers had only managed to take Aella. She clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. There was no one she could trust to do a job right. At least Aella was within her grip now, and for Zoriana, she had prepared a surprise that would destroy her—perhaps not fully—but it would shake her arrogant self to the core. Milana forced her breathing to steady, plastering a sweet, innocent mask over her face before heading out to find Ryder. She located him quickly in the lounge with his mother, but she paused by the ajar door, eavesdropping before making her entrance. “Son, this is taking too long. Milana is your fated mate; she carries your pup. Why have you not made her Luna yet?” Maria pleaded softly. Ryder’s brow knitted in a deep

Zoriana looked around at the wreckage with a heavy heart. The area had been turned to ash, but her only relief was the lack of bodies; the nearby ambulance stood empty, with no patients to treat. More surprising was the sight of Beta Matteo. Her former pack’s Beta was leading a group of his own wolves, assisting her people in sorting through the smouldering mess. Despite her bitter history with Ryder, today she felt a surge of genuine gratitude for his support. Her eyes were so focused on the ruins of her dream that she hadn’t realized Ryder was still holding her naked body in his warm embrace—until a loud, possessive growl tore through the air. “What is the meaning of this?” a furious voice boomed. Ryder opened his arms, and Zoriana turned to face an absolutely livid Gael. Behind him stood his Beta and a stern contingent of royal warriors. “My pack is on fire, as you can see,” Zoriana replied numbly. Gael stomped forward, rushing to Zoriana and draping his own jacket over her sh